"This [sadness] fetters all our Senses, pulleth down / Heav'ns Image, Reason from her rightful Throne / And in her room, by Fancies pow'rful Charm, / Sets up a feigned Ill to work our Harm."

Metaphor in Context

This fetters all our Senses, pulleth down
Heav'ns Image, Reason, from her rightful Throne,
And in her room, by Fancies pow'rful Charm,
Sets up a feigned Ill to work our Harm.
By which we oft-times to our selves create,
And find more trouble in the fond Coneit
Of Things, than in the Things themselves can er'e
Be found, if strictly they examin'd were.